Chapter 37
Wren
The silence at home had become louder than any argument.
Mom and I hadn't exchanged more than a handful of words since last night. Neither of us had apologized. She was waiting for me to realize my mistake, while I had reached a point where I genuinely didn't know what I was supposed to apologize for anymore.
She stood by the kitchen counter, stirring her coffee without looking at me.
"Your brothers will be home tonight."
I took an apple from the fruit bowl and slung my backpack over my shoulder. "I know."
That was it.
No 'have a nice day or 'be careful.'
I bit into the apple, as the crisp morning air greeted me. Almost instinctively, my eyes wandered toward the street.
Empty.
No black motorcycle. No ridiculously handsome hockey captain leaning against it with th
